When My Father Went Upstairs

Four years ago, today,
my father went upstairs…

Four years ago, today,
my father went upstairs.

He made no exposé,
he uttered not a word,
he simply left the room,
and lumbered up the stairs.

To exactly where,
I can hardly guess,
But I imagine there’s a chair,
and a stack of books on an old sea chest.

Four years now he is gone,
and today falls my first tear–
By the dream I had last night,
I know that he is near.

Yet, when I call his name,
he pretends he doesn’t hear.
It was four years ago, today,

my father went upstairs.